This strange and beautiful anguish;
This passion that sweeps fire across my breast
It chokes within me
I cannot speak.
My limbs, weak like newborns,
tremble to rise
from the floorboards.
I cry aloud in tongues not of my making,
I shake with every effort
to vacate my body,
to fly like a zephyr to your side
to convince you of your love for me.